300 Pounds of Hongry - Live

Three hundred pounds of hongry
 Down to her house every Sunday
 Boil them taters and butter them buns
 Lickin' that grease right off they thumbs
 Three hundred pounds
 Tall as she round
 And every pound of that body so fine
 I can hardly b'lieve that it's mine
 Oooo, how that three hundred pounds amaze me
 When she gets down in the gravy
 God almighty, what a soulful groove
 When she gets down in the barbecue
 Three hundred pounds
 Tall as she round
 And every pound of that body so fine
 I can hardly b'lieve that it's mine - oh man!
 Everybody ax me why
 Do you love a woman twice yo' size?
 Well don't you know, the bigger the better
 And that three hundred pounds sho'nuf got it all
 together
 Lovin' that lard and gettin' them grits
 Lovin' her mo' the bigger she gits
 Now let yourself go
 You big ol' thang, don't you know
 I don't care if she weighs a ton
 Long as I can butter yo' buns
 Three hundred pounds
 Tall as she round
 You big ol' thang, don't you know
 That, Lord, I love you so
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